Taste That Your Lips Allow ~ Ed Sheeran Fanfic

Chapter 25: The Secrets Get Told

Annie's POV

I stayed in the hospital until Friday of that week. I used my last few days in the hospital to get to know myself more. I know that probably sounds weird but as the days went by I was able to remember more and more about myself. Usually it happened like when I remembered Ed's name or his guitars: I would say something without knowing that I knew it. Like if someone asked me if I wanted "a tuna sandwich for lunch" id reply "Sure but only with mayonnaise" therefore learning that I only like tuna with mayonnaise.

I also used the time to get to know Ed again. This was much easier than I thought. The day that I, woke up shall we say, it took me a while to get to sleep as I was worrying whether I would ever remember who he was. But as most mornings he woke me up, not purposefully, playing his guitar and singing I found that these triggered memories to return.

One song sounded strangely ironic: Wake Me Up. The day he played this song was probably my least favourite out of the 5 of which I had been 'awake'. See this song triggered as series of rather unpleasant memories, you could say. The first was him and I on the rooftop of a club, it seemed quite romantic until I slapped him in the face. That confused me so much. As I continued to listen to the song with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, the confusion grew in me as I remembered him playing me this song in his flat. But as the song went on the happy flat memories got replaced with me sitting on the cold floor in a now bare room, tears running down my face.

The pain which that memory brought back caused me to cry, the tears silently slipped through my still closed eyelids. Soon I felt a gentle finger wipe away the tears and Ed said "Annie. Whats wrong?"

Ed's POV

I guess it was stupid of me to assume that she just wouldn't remember the time where I left. I hoped that perhaps this would make me feel less guilty for the whole thing. But it didn't. In fact I felt almost relieved when she asked me to explain it all to her.

I retold her the story as truthfully as I could, it was just like the time under the tree in the park. When I was finished she nodded once and then closed her eyes again.

I let half an hour pass before I said "Annie what are you doing?"

"Just thinking" She said

"What about?" I asked my heart beating fast.

"You" She said her cheeks blushing a deep red.

"What about me?" I replied

"Erm, just wondering why after what you just told me I don't feel angry at all. But then it hit me. Its because despite all this you are still amazing, kind, sweet. You came here everyday for 7 months. I saw the book, I had to see if it was true. How could I be angry at some one like you" she trailed her small hand down my cheek. I placed my hand on top o hers and I gazed into her eyes, her shining innocent eyes. I was soon aware of a little voice in the back of my mind. Whispering to me. Then talking a little louder until it was full out screaming at me.

I took her hand of my cheek and placed it back on her lap. Her eyebrows furrowed together and a look of almost rejection crossed her face. "Annie" I said "there's something I need to tell you. While you were... In the time you were... Whilst you were asleep I went to a party... And whilst I was there, there was a girl there. You have to understand that I was so lonely. But as soon as she... She kissed me everything felt wrong. She wasn't as beautiful, funny, amazing as you. She wasn't Annie Hale. I'm sorry Annie. " I turned and walked away.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my arm and, caught of balance, she pulled me towards her. My leg caught on the leg of her bed and I stumbled forward. To catch myself I placed an arm either side of her body.

Annie's POV

His face was an inch from mine. "How could I even be remotely angry at you. After all I only found out we were dating a few days ago" I joked. I saw him smile to, and once again I felt my heart beat increase. I felt terrible about him being alone in the whole 7 months. His face was still so very close to mine, leaning further forward in my bed I put one arm around his neck and the other on his chest and kissed him. He leaned closer to me and deepened the kiss, wrapping his hands around my waist. Now this was one thing I remembered how to do.